New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-06-29
A I rial Of F aith.

"WhatI consider the essential ele-
ment of happiness in any love affair is
the supreme faith and perfect trust of
the one in the other,'' said the Heroine,
in a voice that in a moderately pretty
girl would have seemed authoritative,
but not in a splendid creature as tall
and stately as Tennyson's Maud, with
red-brown hair, dark violet eyes and a
mouth shaped like Cupid's bow. mo
matter what appearances are against
him, no matter if time or distance or
malicious tongues seem to separate,
the woman should trust. Since I have
become engaged"
Engaged to what, Florence?' asked
Jacks sister, with her irreverent
giggle. But what could you expect of
little understood creature, with a
turned-up nose and a pair of green
eyes that look as inquisitive as amp?
1'When I think that you and Jack are
really to be married it does seem too
ridiculous, he has just gone into the
Senior at Yale and you out of school
last June. And then such a lot of
sweethearts as he has had There were
Emily Hazen and Marie De Brese and
last year Professor Peters daughter,
the youngest one, with the big black
eyes, that giggled. And to hear you.
the veriest spitfire in school when you
got jealous, talking about love and
trust and faith! Now. my lady, dom
get vexed; it's all 'badinage and persi-
flage,' as the woman of society would
say. I'm merely watching the miracle
of love"
Il am eighteen years Of age, Susie
Lane, and your brother is, ah, twenty
one; we are neither of us children; and,
besides, I'm not going to have you
making fun Of me- this way, and ridicul-
ing everything. I shall never tell you
anything again as long as I live. I
Thought you sympathetic
"Oh, Florence, don't cry" cried the
sscoffer. melted and distressed in turn.
.'Do let's sit down on this log and tell
us all about it. 3 critic is dying to hear,
and has been pinchng me black and
mind me; you know that BERTHE and I
are nothing but miserable schoolgirls
in scrubby clothes, and know nothing
but chemistry and moral and mental
philosophy. and French and Germ an
and the sciences, and English litera-
ture and art; don't be bashful before
+ilsp''
'Oh, hush, Sue," cried Bertie; s.we
are tired of you and your nonsense. I
want to have real sensible, senti-
mental time. Let's sit right here. [
wish I had my sketch book. How
deep the wood is, and how, soft the
shadows, and that bank of ferns and
the great boulder covered with lichens!
See the waterfall yonder, and that
half-charred log. All! this is the very
forest of Arden. Come, dear, tell us
sall about it,
''Well'' said the Heroine, SIT hap
pened at this very spot, Yesterday af-
ternoon, just before he left on the Z P.
N. train. Indeed, just can't tell the
very words, girls, because It's kind of
sacred; but he vowed he never cared
one straw for Emily Hazen or Marie
De Brese, and as for that Peters girl,
he positively scorned her. I looked
very uninterested and dignifed, and
said / really didn' know why be should
snake me his contidant, though was
Sues friend and staying in his house,
and all that, and he pumped right up
and down there where you are sitting,
BERTHE, and kissed nv hand and told
memo, T just won't; but he talked
perfectly beautifully about trust and
faith, and howl must believe in him.
even though he were far, far away at
d Yale, and here in Pennsy lvania. And
he said we must rene mber we were
together in heart, though the hills lie
between -
ssHe got that out Of my scrap book. =
said Sue conscientiously. But it came
1nvery wei. Jack is 4 very tidy boy,
and I really believe he is in love this
time, and [ hope you will trust him,
Florence. Let's 90 home and get into
his top drawer and turn out the. memen-
toes OF the past. Do you know that
the other day / stepped in while you
and he were discussing constancy on
the veranda, and I found twenty differ
.ent locks OF hair in one corner of the
! bureau. every color of. the rainbow,
except gray, and all mixed up, so that
they looked like Joseph $ coat OF a rag
carpet.
Don t mind Sue, Florie dear, said
little Rertie, comfortingly II saw
them, an there WASH TIA strand of red,
auburn. / mean, in the lot. 8
Il d 9 not mind either of you," sait
Miss Maxwell. with dignity. Il love
and Il trust.